“Are you afraid of me?” “No,” I deny, and he raises a brow at my too quick answer. “Okay, maybe a little bit, yeah,” I admit. He laughs like I’m ridiculous and lifts up to look at me properly. “Are you for real?” he asks, his laughter dying on his lips when he realizes I’m not playing. “You never used to be,” he says quietly, his eyebrows creasing as he runs his thumb over my jaw. “You used to run circles around me, remember? It didn’t matter what I said or did to you, you’d just laugh and tell me to go fuck myself. You drove me crazy.”
